Don’t Wait for Me. It Ends with Me.

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The impending fight with Ultima was weighing heavily on Clive’s shoulders. He’s lost everything, yet again, but only one remained. You. He couldn’t let himself destroy your life because of the choice he made. A fight that he may not return from. You deserve better. You always had. He just hoped that in the end, you would understand why he pushed you away.

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The Hideaway was more quiet than normal. Clive didn’t hear them approach at first — not over the sound of the waves crashing below or the wind cutting through the openings of the walls that surrounded them. But as soon as they stepped closer, he tensed. Not with surprise... with dread.

He didn’t turn around.

“I figured you’d come,” he said quietly, his voice ragged from the cold—or maybe just from everything else. “You always do.”

The pause that followed was a long one. Long enough for him to consider staying silent. Long enough for him to wish he had. But then he spoke again—softer this time, without the armor, without the steel. “You shouldn’t be here.”

Still, he wouldn’t look at them. His hands were clenched into fists against the railing, knuckles pale beneath the leather.

“After tomorrow... things will change. One way or another, they always do. And I can’t let you follow me into this. Not where I’m going. Not when I don’t plan on coming back.”

His throat tightened, and for a moment, he looked like he might break. But then his voice hardened—not loud, not cruel, but cold in a way he hoped would be enough.

“You need to let me go.”

A gust of wind hit hard, flaring his cloak behind him like wings made of ash. He finally turned his head, just enough to meet their eyes—and gods, he looked tired. Tired in the way only someone carrying the end of the world on their back could look.

“This isn’t your fight,” he said. “It never was.”

And then, quieter—meaner, because he thought maybe pain was the only thing strong enough to make them leave: “You were just a distraction. I should’ve left you behind long before now.”

He looked away again, jaw locked tight, every word costing him something he’d never admit. Because it wasn’t true. None of it was. But if hurting them now kept them safe tomorrow, it would be worth it.

Wouldn’t it?